#I also gotta fix my car but I already have the parts for that just gotta convince my dad to get off his ass on his days off to help fix it
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This is a day late, but I have a short little thing for @chenford-prompts 2 Weeks of Chenford! Prompt: Miles Apart
(I'm not gonna lie to y'all, this is inspired by a plot line in Chicago PD that I hated with a fiery passion, so I decided to fix it and add some Chenford, as a treat! It's more alluded to than anything else, and the timelines don't really work out, but I don't really care. OH also I may have. Replaced Bailey and Nolan's wedding with Abigail and Henry's in this. Because I don't really care for Bailan, but that's just my opinion!)
“I still can’t believe you arrested someone while you were on vacation in New York,” Lucy said, her voice echoing and staticy through the phone’s speaker. “You're officially worse than Nolan.”
Tim rolled his eyes, shifting his position in his seat. He was sitting in the waiting room of a precinct in Brooklyn, waiting for detectives to come and take his statement. “Okay, no one’s worse than Nolan. He went after a drug ring at his son’s wedding.”
“True,” Lucy conceded. “But you’re on vacation, miles away from home, and you just happened to spot a kidnapper?”
“They don’t give sergeant positions to just anyone, you know,” Tim pointed out wryly.
He heard her snort on the other end. “No, apparently just to people who hit criminal’s cars with their cars to stop them.”
“Okay that one I did steal from Nolan,” Tim admitted. “But it worked. Got him out of the car and away from the girl he grabbed.”
“She must have been terrified.” Lucy’s voice was soft with empathy, and Tim felt a pang go through his chest.
“Yeah,” he said. “She’s tough, though. She’ll be okay.”
What he didn’t tell her was how familiar it felt when he pulled the young woman, tied up and terrified, out of the back of the car. Suddenly he was lifting Lucy out of the barrel in the desert, holding her as she sobbed.
The tears in the young woman’s eyes— Nadia, from Chicago. Not much older than Nolan’s rookie, with a checkered past, but a fierce determination that Tim recognized easily— had reminded him of Lucy’s. It had been heart-wrenching.
“Hey.” Lucy’s voice on the other end jolted him out of his thoughts. “You saved her. You stopped the bad guy and you saved that girl from her worst nightmare. I’m proud of you.”
Tim let out a soft laugh. “Thanks, Lucy.”
“Of course.” She paused, then asked, “How long are you going to be gone again?”
Letting out a sigh, Tim leaned back in his seat, switching his phone to his other ear. “A couple more days. Technically I’m out here to visit a friend, but there’s also this case to help wrap up. And I want to keep an eye on Nadia until her friends come to pick her up. Apparently she knows people in the CPD who are on their way.”
“Good— I’m glad you’ll be there for her.”
That was Lucy. Always focused on someone else. But Tim could hear what she wasn’t saying, and for once he let himself say it. “I miss you.”
He could almost see her smile as she said, “I miss you, too.”
Glancing up, Tim saw a familiar, leather jacket-clad figure heading towards him. “I gotta go— Detective Peralta is back. Talk to you later?”
“Okay, I should go, too. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
As Tim hung up the phone, Detective Peralta, who was standing in front of him, wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Already at the I love you part in your relationship, huh? Very noice.”
Rolling his eyes, Tim said, “Let’s just get on with the statement, okay?”
“Yeah, I sound like Boyle. Let’s stick with I’m happy for you. Now, right this way, Sergeant.”
Tim shook his head as he followed the other man. But he couldn’t quite hold back the smile on his face.Only a few more days here. Then I’ll go home to Lucy. And that was the best thought of all.
#the rookie#chenford#tim bradford#lucy chen#2 weeks of chenford#chicago pd#b99#jake peralta#listen. let me cross over my current favorite cop shows#as a treat#writing stories is a kind of magic too
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My father just reminded me that he will be kicking me out at some point beginning of next year… ANYWAYS! If you’ve enjoyed my chaos in any of its forms and would like to help me leave on my own terms consider donating to my ko-fi :)
Anything helps! <3
#donate#ko fi#lgbtq#I’m walking on eggshells all the time around my dad and he’s starting to compare me to my oldest sibling who he sees as a failure#I don’t think my oldest sibling is a failure but he sure dose and knowing that makes the comparison hurt a lot#he’s also commenting on my weight again which sucks#I already have a place lined up and people to live with I just need the money#tbh my moms not gonna be happy with me moving out unless I have like 15k in my bank account but that’s not gonna happen before I get booted#I also gotta fix my car but I already have the parts for that just gotta convince my dad to get off his ass on his days off to help fix it#there’s so much shit I need to do before I move out but time is still moving and I can’t turn it back#I feel like I’ve hit a point where I can’t move forward#aaaaa#tbh these tags have become a bit of a vent#I’m sorry bout that
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full of surprises.
adult content | minors do NOT interact.
pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.
outline. helping vinnie in the garage, your knowledge, and skills with cars over the years come to surface, unveiling a secret you'd kept hidden.
contains. fluff, explicit language, smut, thigh riding, fingering, pinv, & breeding kink mentioned.
authors note. while i was scrolling through pinterest, i fell down a rabbit hole of photos of vinnie working on cars. and it inspired me to write. <3
the soft clanking and muttered curses drifting from the garage pull you away from your mindless scrolling on your phone. you glance at the clock, noticing it's past midnight already. vinnie told you he'd be done working on his by now but it seems he's hit another snag in repairs.
sighing, you slide off the couch and pad down the hallway. vinnie's bent over the open hood distractedly turning a wrench, smears of grease decorating his gray tank top and forearms in a way that makes your heart flutter. you admire his toned physique for a moment, always loving when he gets hands on.
“any luck, babe?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him. vinnie jerks up with a grimace, rubbing the back of his neck. “ah, no not yet. this damn fuel pump is being a real pain in my ass. i've replaced every other part but it just won't prime right.”
he kicks the tire in frustration earning a soft chuckle from you. striding over, you stand on your tiptoes to peer into the engine compartment. years spent helping your dad under the hoods of countless vehicles have given you more than a casual understanding.
“mind if i take a look?” you inquire, already sliding some gloves from the table beside you. vinnie gapes at you in disbelief. “i had no idea you knew about cars, babe,” disbelief colors his tone but you can also detect a hint of thrill at discovering another layer to you.
“my dad always said it's a good skill for any woman to have. now scoot over, let me see what's going on.” vinnie readily obliges, interest overtaking his previous annoyance as you step into his place. running an analytical eye, you soon spot the issue.
“ah, there's your problem. the fuel filter is badly clogged, no wonder it can't draw fuel properly. just needs a replacement, should clear it right up.” you declare confidently, removing the filter to examine. vinnie peers over your shoulder in amazement.
“damn baby girl, you never cease to surprise me. i'm seriously so impressed right now, you've got me feeling all kinds of things.” he purrs against your ear, hands sliding around your waist from behind. a shiver runs down your spine at his breath on your skin but you maintain focus, humming thoughtfully.
“flattery will get you everywhere mister, now hand me the socket so i can get this fixed,” you demand gently, holding a hand back expectantly. vinnie hurriedly passes you the tool, enthralled by your take-charge demeanor. within minutes the new filter is installed and you're reassembling the compartment.
flicking your gloves away, you turn to face vinnie's adoring gaze with a smile. “alright big man, give her a start, and let's see if that did the trick.” he grins, pressing a swift kiss to your lips in thanks before jumping into the driver's seat.
the cars roars to life on the first try, rumbling smoothly without any hiccups. vinnie whoops loudly, leaning out the window with glee. “fuck baby, you're amazing! that was the perfect fix. come here, i gotta give you a proper reward.”
giggling, you allow vinnie to tug you into his lap as he's sat in the driver's seat. his mouth latches onto your neck desperately, hands roaming your sides. “i'm so turned on by how smart and skilled you are. drives me crazy knowing you could probably rebuild this engine from scratch if you wanted,” he growls between kisses.
heat pools low in your belly at his adoring praise. you slide his hands up under your shirt, craving his touch. “mhm, maybe i will someday just to watch you swoon. but for now...” twisting, you capture vinnie's lips hungrily.
he sighs into the kiss, deepening it instantly as his tongue delves between your parted lips. you rock against his firm thigh. vinnie groans, hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.
“fuck, i need you so bad y/n. let's take this inside, i wanna worship your perfect body properly.” he breathes heavily, pupils blown wide with want. you nod eagerly, already scrambling from his lap toward the house. vinnie follows, hastily towing you the rest of the way by your wrist.
as soon as the bedroom door clicks shut he's pinning you against it feverishly. your shirt disappears followed by his as he assaults your collarbone with rough kisses and nips. a gasp escapes your throat, grabbing handfuls of his hair to encourage the delicious treatment.
vinnie hikes your legs around his waist, lifting as if you weigh nothing at all. the hard line of his erection presses relentlessly against your core through the multiple layers still separating you, seeking friction. you grind down needily, desperate for more contact.
“slow down, baby, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pants, carrying you to the bed and laying you out like a feast. vinnie quickly divests the rest of your clothing, gazing in awe at your naked form beneath him.
“so perfect, and all mine.” his worshipping words steal your breath, stomach clenching deliciously. when his mouth latches onto a pert nipple to suckle, you cry out loudly at the exquisite sensation.
vinnie takes his time lavishing each breast and curve of your body with wet kisses and love bites, mapping every sensitive spot until you're writhing and begging for more. finally his fingers dip to your dripping core, circling your swollen clit teasingly.
“fuck vinnie!” you babble, back arching off the mattress at his feather light touches. he chuckles darkly, sinking two digits into your cunt. “you take my fingers so well babygirl. bet you'll feel even better wrapped around my cock though, what do you think?”
a choked moan is your only response, eyes rolling back as he pumps his fingers leisurely. vinnie slowly adds a third, stretching your entrance deliciously full. his thumb rolls firm circles over your clit in time, driving you to the edge at an agonizing pace.
just as your orgasm begins to crest, he removes his hand entirely leaving you keening. vinnie stands to remove the last of his clothing, hard length jutting proudly from his slender hips. the sight alone could make you cum but he hasn't given permission yet.
crawling back over you, vinnie slots his cock against your dripping entrance and leans down to claim your mouth in a filthy kiss. “gonna make you feel so good y/n, fuck you senseless until you can't remember your name. that's what you want isn't it?”
you whimper desperately, nodding fervently against his lips. “please, i want to feel you so deep inside me. use me as rough as you like, i'm yours baby.” his restraint snaps, and with one powerful thrust, he's fully seated to the hilt within your clenching heat.
you cry out loudly at the relentless stretch, walls spasming deliciously around his girth. vinnie groans deeply, staying locked in place to adjust before beginning a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes. his hips snap violently, balls slapping your swollen flesh with each impact.
all you can do is hold on for dear life, nails raking down his sweat slicked back as he fucks you into oblivion. vinnie pistons his hips with animalistic drives, pounding directly into your most sensitive spots unerringly. a constant litany of filthy praises tumble from his pretty lips, only spurring you nearer the edge.
“fuck you look gorgeous taking my fat cock sweet girl, your pussy was made for me i swear. gonna fill you up, have your belly swollen with my babies, you want that pretty girl? want me to come inside you while i fuck my name out of that beautiful mouth?”
the depraved imagery plunges you over at last, walls constricting vinnie's member in a vice grip. your orgasm tears through you with ruthless intensity, eyes rolling back as you scream his name. he chases his own release, fucking you through the aftershocks until spilling deep within your quivering channel with a guttural groan.
collapsing together in a sweaty heap, you trade sloppy kisses and whispered ‘i love you's’ while coming down from ecstasy. vinnie curls around your sated form protectively, pressing sweet affection into any skin he can reach.
“you never cease to amaze me y/n. i love how full of surprises you are, constantly keeping me on my toes. and damn do i love when you take charge like that, so fucking hot.” he sighs contentedly, nuzzling your hair.
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Respect You
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Body parts in food! Killing, and Fluff?
Word Count: 1,502
Summary: When Hannibal meets your parents, they talk bad about you, so he makes sure they don't ever say a word again.
A/N: Every time I write for Hannibal, I think about body parts and food. Am I weird? Hope You Enjoy!
You were extremely nervous today.
You were nervous because you and your parents have never been on good terms. After an argument you had with them when you were 16, you moved out and ever since then, you haven't talked to them, but today you decided to give them a chance.
It is also going to be their first time meeting Hannibal. Hannibal is your first real lover, so having them meet him is very special to you and Hannibal knows that because you won't stop talking about it.
You stood in front of the mirror in you and Hannibal's shared bedroom, holding up two dresses against your body. "Han, should I wear my black dress, or the red one?" Hannibal came behind you, arms circling around your waist and placing kisses in the nape of your neck.
"It doesn't matter which one because you'll still look beautiful, Darling." A blush formed in your face at his compliment. "Okay, I'm gonna wear the black one." You broke away from his hold and began to get your jewelry and perfume out, making Hannibal look at the clock.
"Love, it's only 3:23, we have until 6:00. Why are you getting ready so early?" You sighed and turned around to look at him. "I already told you, Han. I can't afford to look bad after so many years. I gotta show them I'm better without them." You pulled out the iron and plugged it in.
"What are we eating tonight? Gotta make sure we impress them." Hannibal thought about it for a moment. "It will be my surprise." You didn't stress too much about the food, only your impression.
Hannibal laid a kiss on your forehead and grabbed his keys. "Imma go get the food, do you need anything?" You shook your head and continued iron pressing your dress. "Wait, give me your suit so I can make sure there's no wrinkles."
Hannibal chuckled and grabbed his suit before giving it to you and walking out to the car. From what you've told him, your parents seem like assholes. They didn't want you to follow your dreams.
They wanted you to become a dentist to follow in their footsteps, instead of you pursuing your art career. They told you that you were nothing and that if you don't follow their rules under their roof, that you should leave, and that's just what you did.
That's how Hannibal met you. Even though you were in your worst shape, he still found you beautiful and now looks at you. Living in a luxurious home with the man of your life, and still doing what you wanted to do when you were younger.
Every time Hannibal thinks about that story, he wants nothing more than to bash your workers head in and feed it to their dogs.
Hannibal watched a fit looking couple walk the streets laughing together. Too bad they 're gonna be screaming in a minute. Hannibal sneakily creeped his way over to the two and pulled them in an alley before brutally murdering them. All he needed was their legs.
The man's leg was full of meat and which was a good sign. Hannibal took the guy's leg and the woman before dragging them in his car.
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When he got home he instantly got to work, cutting up the couple. Tonight, he was gonna make a whole roasted leg, smoked, glazed and served on a sugar cane quill for him and your parents. He was gonna fix you something 'normal' because he knew how much you hated human flesh.
Believe it or not, when he told you he likes to eat humans, you didn't leave him. And that's because you love him. You love him so much that you didn't let that scare you away.
He played slow jazz music in the background as he cooked, and added every spice in the meal. You came downstairs seeing Hannibal cooking. "Smells good, baby. You need me to do anything?" Hannibal hummed. "Set the table, please?" You pulled out a tablecloth and placed it on the table while getting the utensils.
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It was getting closer and closer to the time and you were now dressed. Hannibal came behind you, smirking. "Damn, darling. You look so good I might have to eat you." He playfully bit on your skin, a loud laugh coming out your throat. "Well, if you keep being a good boy, you might get to eat something tonight."
The flirting was soon stopped when a knock at the door came. You looked at Hannibal with worry in your eyes before taking a deep breath. Hannibal went back in the kitchen to get the food, while you walked to the door and opened it.
There stood your Mom and Dad who didn't look no different from the previous years, other than a few gray spots in their hair. "Y/n." Your Mom's tone was strict and straightforward. "Hi." You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice, but it clearly didn't work.
"Come in." You stepped aside and let them walk in. Your Dad dropped his coat on you, leaving you suffocated by the puffy coat. You hung it on the coat hanger and made your way to the dining room. The table was set neatly and to top it all off, the food was plated.
You three sat down and began eating in an awkward silence. “So, how's life been?” They paused and looked at you when you started a conversation. “Good.” The short answer was all that was needed until Hannibal got back.
Your eyes lit up and a sigh of relief came out when he brought the door, breaking the silence. “Mom, Dad, this is my husband, Hannibal.” They studied Hannibal closely seeing how neat and tidy he looked.
His hair was brushed perfectly, not a single wrinkle on his suit, and the strong smell of his cologne, indicated how well he was. “Also, he prepared this lovely dinner.” Another point added to their list. He could cook that’s even better!
Your Mom stood up and held her hand out. “Well, hello Hannibal. I’m glad to meet you.” Your eyebrows furrowed in slight anger. Your Mom had a flirty tone in her voice as she eyed Hannibal. “Oh Dear, let go of the guy.” Your Dad scolded, making your Mom let out an annoyed groan.
Everyone sat down and enjoyed the meal. Every time you tried talking, they would ignore you and talk to Hannibal instead. “Oh my god, guys guess what? I got invited to-” Before you could finish your sentence you were cut off by your Dad. “Y/n, shut the fuck up! Nobody cares about your art!”
You dropped your fork on the plate and got up. “Just gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” Your voice cracked and went to the bathroom. Your Mom let out a breath. “Now that she’s gone, let’s make a deal.”
Hannibal perked up at the sound of their offer. What could they want? “Y/n has a sister. Beautiful girl, 34, and she’s a doctor.” Your Mom raised her eyebrows up and down repeatedly.
Hannibal cocked his eyebrow up, not understanding it. “She’s rich! What does Y/n have to offer with that shitty art?” Hannibal didn’t like the way they were downgrading you. He didn’t like the way they were talking about you and your career.
“Excuse me?” Your parents looked at him, a little shocked by the change of his voice. “What my wife is saying is we want you to marry Y/n’s sister instead, that way she can have a famous chef husband!” Your Dad summed it all up as if it would make it even better.
Hannibal stood up and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a knife. “Well, what if I love Y/n, and want to be with her?” The faint scoff could be heard. “Why would you want anything to do with her? She relies on art as her job, she doesn't know how to cook, she looks like a homeless person— I mean everything is wrong with her.”
Hannibal heard enough. With him meeting face to face with your parents, he held the knife up and lounged it in the body. He took turns between the two, stabbing them. Their screaming could probably be heard from miles away. There would be no surprise if the cops were called.
He kept stabbing them repeatedly, until there was no sound, except the knife meeting their cut open guts. He was on the ground, over their bodies at this point, wanting them to be dead.
The sound of a door opening made him turn around. You stood there looking down at your dead parents and bloody Hannibal with a knife in his hand. You walked over and helped him up. “Thank you.”Hannibal placed a kiss on your lips and pulled back.
“I respect you, My Love. I’ll never let anyone disrespect you again.”
#hannibal lecter#hannibal lecter fluff#hannibal lecter smut#hannibal lecter x reader#hannibal lecter x you#hannibal lecter imagine#hannibal lecter fanfiction#slasher fluff#slasher imagines#slasher smut
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Can you please do angry sex with overprotective!zb1 <3
hope u enjoy :) anon!
if spelling errors ignore pls 😭i’m 2 lazy to go back n fix it
jiwoong
WE all know this man is sooo overprotective…over u and jiwoong and u were at a restaurant having dinner and the male waiter couldn’t stop flirting with u. it got so bad to where u both had to leave and he had to go home that instant.y’all are in the car n jiwoong js starts angerier shouting. Y/n I HATE HOW gorgeous U ARE. these men don’t deserve u. IM THE ONE AND ONLY THAT GETS TO HAVE U. UR MINE AND ONLY MINE? u understand baby?:( puts his hands on ur thigh. doesn’t waste any fucking time to get home. when ur home he instantly rips ur clothes and pushes u to the nearest wall. he whispered in ur ear “u ready baby ? i’m about to fuck the shit outta u, to remind u who u belong to.there was a mirror right across from yall. he caught u staring and would adjust so u could get a better view of ur fucked up face ur making. ya? u little slut u like it when i fuck u like this huh? u were only tryna make me jelaous so i could fill u up huh? fuck y/n u would be the perfect mother for my kids. no one is ever going to fuck u this good. he was thrusting in u so hard and would kiss all around ur neck. would again whisper in ur ear. ur so fucking small u can’t even handle all of me can u? and laugh u feel so fucking good princess . i won’t let anyone get close to u.ur mine and mine only.
hanbin
my babbyyyy😭😭. he got so fucking mad and angry when that stranger tried to hit at u when he was legit right in front of him.how lucky he was that u  managed to get hanbin away.thankgod u guys parked in the middle of nowhere.u guys instantly went to his car and went to the backseat. without any thought hanbin instantly start ripping ur clothes. u never have seen hanbin this angry before. hanbin is usual rough but today was the roughest he’s ever been with u.he would make u go on top of him and he would make u bounce up and down. to the point it felt so fucking good he also would be thrusting into at the same time.he would be so fucking loud to. saying fuck baby u feel so fucking ya. u fucking slut u can’t even wait can u? after he would start eating u out and rubbing his fingers in circiral motions. ? ya. baby u like that huh? my babydoll can’t handle me can she? basically he would fuck the shit outta u to the point u would not be able to even walk tomorrow and u already start feeling week in ur knees
hao
u guys were at a party and hao went to get u guys some drinks and when he came back he saw two tall ass guys trying to get at u. he pulls u away instantly and kisses u in front of them and then u guys instantly went to the closest family bathroom🤫he would start angrily taking off ur top and pants and start kissing ur neck.whispering my princess is so wanted but only i can have u . imgoing to show u why u belong to me. scream as much as u want i want everyone to hear how i good i fuck u. he would bend u over to the sink and instantly start thrusting himself into u. u looked so fucking small and ur pretty fucked up face melted him away.
matthew
u guys were hanging out with some of ur friends and matt’s friend. matthew could stop but notice how much attention and how hard u would start laughing at his friends joke. he hated this sm. he would say a lie and say u guys gotta go back home rq. u didn’t even know a thing until u just stepped out the house. he would start yelling and saying FUCK y/n why are u giving my friends ur attention. no one gets to have ur attention and ima show why. he would drive light fast to get home. when y’all got home he basically was all up on u kissing every part of u. he would throw u on the ground and start tying up ur hair with his hand and u would take out his penis js to see that shit bounce out and how hard he for u that turned u on so much. matthew was so jelaous and it was because of u and only u. he would start thrusting ur head in and out. it felt so fucking good he would throw his head back and start moving so loud. fuck baby ur mouth feels so fucking good. it got to the point u couldn’t handle it no more gagging. he then would bend u over to the nearest counter and would start thrusting into u . he would have his bisceps around ur neck and whisper im so fucking big huh u can’t even handle me can u. no man is ever going to have u . ur mine and i’m yours only u got it.he would manhandle tf outta u.
taerae
NOW angry taerae? IS A SIGHT TOOO SEEEEE 😭hes not the controlling type but lord is he the overprotective type forsure. he hated anyone that was close to u. ANYONE. when he found out how many people were in ur dms he would explode. he would instantly have u lie down and he would start eating u out like he never has before. he was a starved man for u.he would lick every part. he would use his fingers going and in and out without any caution. he would laugh seeing ur fucked up face he would say my doll can’t even handle my fingers how is she gonna be able to handle all of me now. after he would have u in missionary😭his favorite:( he loved seeing ur fucked up face so much and ur little moans it would deadass melt him away.
ricky
u knew how overprotective and possessive Ricky was. u actually liked this about him. when he found out ur close guy friend that he been didn’t liked tried to confess u to today. that was the last straw. did u not get it? how many times does he have to fuck the shit outta u so u understand that ur only his? ricky would have u up in fours as he’s repeatly going in and out of u. he would grab u by the neck and whisper? my little princess can’t even handle all of me? am i to big for u bbg? pls tell me who’s going to fuck the shit outta u like i do?he would spank u so hard to the point both of ur cheeks were red asf. with every spank he hit harder and harder. not stopping even with u both cum.
#zb1 smut#zb1 hard thoughts#zb1 hard hours#zb1 reactions#zb1 drabbles#zb1 imagines#zb1 scenarios#zb1 headcanons
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Hi there, can I request a part for eddie munson a/b/o fic where they have a kid. Where eddie goes into one of his mating ruts, the whole day he is acting weird and not letting reader kiss him or anything as he knew the consequences of it progressing and he didn't want reader to go through the pain. Sorry if this is too non-specific and if you don't feel like writing it, it's okay. Thank you ❤️
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You sure can nature's ninja 💖
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Eddie was being weird.
Like avoiding his mate weird.
And it was annoying (name) didn't appreciate Eddie actively leaving the room or making excuses.
"Are you two fighting or something?" Robin asked (name) who held a nine month old (sons name) "I don't think so... He just suddenly started acting like this the other day"
"Want me to talk to him?"
"Nah... I will deal with it tonight when he can't avoid me"
Robin laughed at this, knowing (name) was a force to be reckoned with and Eddie being suspicious was definitely a good reason.
Eddie normally always sat with (name) or have (name) sit on him but now he was beside Johnathan talking about god knows what, not feeling the intensity of (name)s stare but boy howdy could everyone else.
"(Name) I'm gonna uh stay back with Dustin and the others aight? Steve and Robbie are gonna drive you home" Eddie said at a small distance from (name) and when (name) took a step forward Eddie took a step back.
(Name) felt his heart drop at this, visibly upset at his actions and just stared at him with a heartbroken face and mumbled "fine... whatever" before turning and walking off and clutching the product of their love and Eddie realized he fucked up bad.
"Go fix it with my brother before I hit you with your own dnd binder" Dustin said and Eddie was already chasing after (name) who was strapping their son into Steve's car with tears rolling down his face.
"Baby..." Eddie said heartbroken, his alpha instincts kicking in to comfort his mate and Steve and Robbie gave them some space "what do you want, don't you have shit to do" (name) mumbled and refused to look at Eddie who looked like a kicked puppy "baby...I'm sorry"
"Why are you avoiding me." (Name) said skipping his apologies and demanding answers, justifiably pissed at his mate "I get it, I didn't bounce back perfectly and I got a lot of stretch marks and the scar and I'm not the prettiest rig---"
"Baby!" Eddie cut off, that was something they were also going to talk about "it's not you're sexy body but we are going to talk about you not loving the body that I find the sexist thing on this planet"
"Then why are you avoiding me! What did I do!"
"You didn't do anything!"
"Then why!"
"Because I'm entering pre-rut!" Eddie said looking stressed and embarrassed "what?"
"I'm in pre-rut"
"And you are avoiding me because of your pre-rut"
"Yes"
"Why"
"Because I don't want you to put up with it"
"Babe I'm your god damn mate, you deal with my heats"
"Yes but with (sons name) they are paternal heats, alphas don't really have that" eddie explained and (name) made the realization "ooooh"
"And I don't want to put you through that, we know what rut me can be like with you"
Eddie was a biter when he was in rut.
"Well you should have spoken to me instead of avoiding and not kissing me and making me think you didn't want me!"
"I know I'm sorry, it was dumb as hell but I didn't know what to do!"
"Well I'm not apposed to sharing a rut, we just gotta find duckling here a sitter...maybe with my mom but if you really don't wanna I can just go stay with my mom" (name) said softly and Eddie felt like he fell in love with (name) all over again, always finding both options and Eddie loved him so much for it "are you sure? Last time I left you with some pretty nasty bites"
"Of course, were mates and mates stuck around during the feral and horny" (name) joked sweetly "lets go home baby"
"Don't you have a thing with the others?"
"Dustin would kill me if I walked back in right now"
"Fair" (name) giggled and unhooked the baby carrier and the two went to Eddie's car, the Alpha traded his old van for cooler car that had back seat doors, that was (name)s one demand in case they needed to get to their pup fast.
Which was fair.
The two situated (sons name) before driving home and when (name) got home he went and called his mom to set up the babysitting and when she agreed he smiled at his mate "she will come and get him tomorrow!"
"So that means during my pre rut I get to coherently fuck you into my rut?" Eddie said sneakily and (name) smiled "yup!"
"Well...till then let's talk about why you don't like your sexy body"
(Name) should have expected that.
#eddie munson x male reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#male reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#omega male reader#omegaverse
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hello queen, I have a pathetic question about dating: how to not feel jealous at those who seem like they’ve found “the one” already? Ik all that stuff about everyone being on their own journey and stuff, but it does hurt sometimes. I’ve never even dated so seeing everyone find their one is heartbreaking sometimes. Ik there’s the bad parts of dating such as my friend saying her guy is the one and love of her life (they recently bought a house together) but also that he plays video games often and she feels bored and lonely at times. Sometimes tho I just want that relationship for the dumb sake of saying I have a boyfriend, or that attention. How the hell do you get over it and be content with yourself? It genuinely feels like no one is single around me /: maybe I’d feel differently if I had some single friends to relate to? Idk I just feel jealous all the time, and it isn’t good for me or my future. I should be focusing on creating the best version of myself but this insecurity is holding me back. It feels like a what do these girls have that I don’t? My friend told me a lot of ppl just settle and that’s why they’re in relationships but it didn’t make me feel better. I just want to find my “one” perfect ambition, hard working guy already. Sorry for venting, I love your account and advice.
Listen, social media is a dating reality show edited to make you feel like a loser. All you get are the bouquets and champagne dates, never the screaming match about dirty dishes. But lemme tell you, relationships are WORK. Even those picture-perfect couples have their "Why did I do this?" moments and silent car rides filled with unspoken resentment. That's just reality, even if it doesn't fit on an Instagram caption.
Being single can be tough, but let's not pretend relationships are a magic fix. It's about trading one set of problems for another, usually spicier ones. Don't get me wrong, the right person is worth it, but life isn't a fairytale. Notice how those couples with the constant PDA often go silent when things get messy?
Here's where self-discovery comes in. Sometimes those relationship cravings are masking something else – a need for excitement, validation, whatever. Figuring that out is way more productive than doom-scrolling relationship goals.
You think having a partner is this automatic happiness upgrade, but I've been on the other side, in a relationship feeling lonelier than ever. Trust me, it's a mind-blowing kind of awful, followed by a new level of depression. That's the thing nobody talks about.
So, I rock my single status because guess what? I've got standards. Settling for mediocrity just to avoid being alone? Nope. I'd rather invest my energy elsewhere. Because contrary to all that rom-com nonsense, you can't outsource your happiness to another person. You gotta build that for yourself.
A healthy relationship is two happy people adding to each other's lives, not draining each other dry with emotional baggage. That's why I'm perfectly content rolling solo until the right one comes along. Do you want dependence and drama? There are plenty of trashy reality shows for that.
Yeah, it's different from the usual "find your soulmate" BS, but it's REAL. You want fulfillment? Build that life for yourself first. The rest either falls into place, or you realize you're happier without another person's dirty socks in the mix.
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the last ; @demcnsinmymind
He goes off on her, something about his rotting corpse (has she mentioned this is exhausting?) and she huffs out a little chuckle, shakes her head, "Dramatic, much? I mean, nice imagery. So, if they haven't found your body, then what the hell are you walking around in?" which, legitimate question, because it never even crossed her mind that what she's seeing out there in the real world might be an illusion of some sort. "For the record, you can just knock off mad-doggin' me, too."
Gee, she'd love to say she wasn't used to this. Watching people she knows, people she cares about, infected with something they can't fix. Not disease, not the kind you hit up the ER for. Magic. Demon. The amount of times she's seen something that shouldn't exist take over a shop owner or a stripper, someone just trying to survive. Now with no fucking chance of it. Sometimes you get to them in time but so often, by the time you find them… you're just finding what's left. A husk that birthed something horrible into the world. Leave it to fucking Lance to sign up to be a husk just to get his show picked up on Spike TV.
She's actually seen a lot of this before, enough for her to worry how much of Lance is really left in there. It's been so long. She wishes she could bum-rush him like old times. Big hugs, homecoming, not a care in the fucking world but who's life even is that? Who gets that? The last thing he ever said to her was his nerdlinger rendition of 'fuck off', so she did. Now, here they are, both dead. To be fair, she feels like she did a better job on the 'dying' part than he did.
She needs Angel on this. If he's even still alive. Ugh, she's gotta keep the pain of that shit out of her head because the thing wearing Lance like a bathing suit has already gleaned the edge of her thoughts. It's got some pricklies, she'll give it that, but she's not that fucking stupid. The only info it's going to scrape out of her tiny, lizard brain are just random, hairy buttholes --- stay outta her head, dickbag.
When she looks back at him, he's watching her. A little of that weird, snarling monster thing's faded from his expression but it's hard for her to trust that. He may seem a little more serene, but it's the wrong sort of calm.
He tells her she's beautiful, and she shoots him a playfully cocky look, "Yeah, I am." and, finally, climbs to her feet. She doesn't know how close he'll let her get --- he might shriek her back for moving an inch, it's not unheard of, but she needs to get closer, "I'm more than okay. Now let's get you okay… okay? Level with me, what the hell happened in that place? I went in there…" which, she shouldn't have said. He doesn't need to know that she fucking mourned him, that she broke into that place, twice, and just got a little banged up for her trouble. And that's not ego talking, either. She doesn't know what this thing knows, or where it is, best not to feed it any information it doesn't already have --- also, screw that place. It's haunted as actual fuck, to the nines. Every flavor of no. "You wanna go wherever this is? I got a car, I got, like, a week to kill. You keep Casper off my back, we'll drive up."
"Why?" she echoes, still slow in her approach but she's making progress, "Why what?
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All Grown Up [Chapter Six]
roos says ! I promise u, we are getting closer to the fun parts. I also am not sorry for the person I become when there's mutual pining. also this gif is so fricken perfect I had to use it-- thank u op.
desc: It's getting harder and harder to keep yourself in check. And maybe alcohol makes it worse, or maybe it's the fact that Bob is just so sweet.
fluff, with a bit of angst in the middle
notable characters: robert "bob" floyd
TWs: alcohol/drinking, mentions of injury, allusions to fantasized death.
ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter
"You're not supposed to be home until noon," You spit out through a shaking breath and a shaky laugh. Bob gives you a half smile.
"Uh, I was gonna surprise you at work." He admits, still keeping his arms wrapped around you. You find that it takes everything in you not to gawk at him.
"Why?"
"It was gonna be a tremendous surprise?" He tries, and you snort, bringing a hand to your face to wipe it as you sink further into his touch. If you could, you would burrow into him to hide away from your embarrassment.
"Are we going to keep ending up like this, hugging and crying?" Bob asks after a moment, and you physically cannot stop the smile that breaks your stoic face.
"Seems so, my knight in shining..." You look at his outfit, "Blue jeans?"
Now it's Bob's turn to laugh, leaning forward to tuck his head by your shoulder, and you sniffle as a grin graces your features. Beside you, Shannon stands back up and puts her hands on her hips.
'Well," she starts, "I've gotta head back so I'll be on time for work today. You both stay safe, alright? Y/n, your boss said it's okay if you go home today."
"Oh, okay," You turn so you can see Shannon as she grabs her car keys, "Thanks for coming out, Shan."
"Of course. I'll see you in July, Y/n." Shannon grins as she starts towards the door, "see you later, Bob!"
"It was nice to meet you, Shannon!" He calls as she ducks out the door with a wave of her hand, leaving you and Bob sitting on the floor in your office. You both sit still for a while before you get a random idea.
"Wanna swim?"
Both of you end up in your pool, Bob lazing in the cool water as the sun beats down in South Carolina. Sunscreen creates a visibly oily sheen across the surface of the water that ripples in the sunlight. While Bob has already sunken into the pool, a sunscreen half washed off his skin while you're only just making it outside. You adjust your sunglasses as you waltz out with one of the newest bikinis you own on your body. It's modest, high-waisted with a thick bandeau top, but it hugs you in all the perfect spots. Though you mostly wear it because it's comfortable, and if you end up tanning, you hope it will fix the slight farmer tan you're noticing on your arms. A case of unopened beer cans that Bob had grabbed on the way to your home sits in the shadow of the pool umbrella, and you bend down to pick it up while Bob turns to look at you. You feel his gaze heavy on you, so you glance over your sunglasses to see his lips slightly gaped as his eyes stare at something below yours. With a snort, you crack open a beer and hand it to him while you grab another from the pack as you step onto the steps leading into your pool.
"You'll catch flies with your lips parted like that, Robby." You tease, sitting in the sun on the step next to him. He brings his beer to his lips, watching as you crack open yours and take a sip.
"I..." The words die in his throat, making you laugh as you give him a tilted head grin.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" He exclaims, eyes widening more, if it was possible, "I just... never really see you in much other than blue jeans and a shirt."
You laugh, "Did you forget I have a feminine figure, Rob?"
"I..." He contemplated what he was planning to say for a few seconds before speaking a bit softer, "I guess it's just been a long time since I've seen it."
"Am I getting you bothered?" You say before realizing you should probably censor yourself, considering your mom is in the kitchen making dinner. He scoffs instead, taking another long sip of his drink. You do the same. Once finished, you set your can down and slide until you're off the steps and into the water. The sun's warmed your pool to the perfect temperature, so you dip under the water when your face feels hot, hoping to cool it off. You assume it's from the sun, or maybe you're more of a lightweight than you remember.
When you come up for air, you drag your hands through your hair and float to the wall beside Bob in the shade. Coming to relax with your arms on the wall, you smile at him and lift one hand to absentmindedly run your hand along his scar.
"Are you trying to?" He questions and you blink up at him, watching as he adjusts his glasses so they don't slide off his nose from the inelegant position he cranes his neck down into.
"Not really." You concede, dropping your hand to rest on the concrete by your head again, "I'm just still so astonished little quiet Robby turned into a Naval Aviator who shoots guns and drops bombs and... I don't know. I guess I always knew you had a fire in you, but I never really saw it."
"It's a lot." Bob states, sinking into the water so he can rest his head back on the wall, "I almost dropped out of training five or six times from start to graduation. I'm glad I stuck it through though, I've gotten to meet and work with so many amazing, awe-inspiring people from it."
Your eyes drag to the scar on his shoulder again, then up to the one by his jaw, "Is it worth it? The scars and the terror?"
"Kind of, it always feels good to pull off a mission." He says and you hum, finishing off one can of beer easier than you intend to. The two of you sit in silence for a long time, the soft chirp of the chicks in the far-off coop and the muted sound of your mother's 80s music through one of the upstairs windows being your only company. The alcohol hits you slowly, enough to buzz your thoughts, and you think to yourself: what if there was a day, like in movies, where the officers in their stark uniforms showed up at your door? What if you had to host a funeral for your childhood best friend? Your eyes burn into his scar as you imagine him never coming home from that mission. And you realize it genuinely scares you; it strikes something in your heart that cries, so you find yourself sitting up with drunk discretions.
"Can you make me a stupid promise?"
"Depends on how stupid it is." He chides, and you roll your eyes as he sits up so you both can be face to face without having to be at any more awkward angles.
"Can you promise me you'll always come home? Robby, I just got you back, for real, and I don't know if I'm willing to lose you again." You whisper, "We've clicked back together like puzzle pieces, and I don't know what I'd do with myself if you... well, y'know."
Bob's quiet for a while, his eyes scanning you before his hands are lifted from the water to pull you close. You gratefully accept the hug, burying your face in his skin, soaking in the warmth that tells you he's living.
"I'll always come home to you." He says after giving you a silent moment to soak in the hug, "I always will."
"Please try not to break this one. Tell Phoenix too." You grumble and he laughs, letting one arm drop to grab his beer as your turn, curling against his side. You slot there so naturally just like you always had as a teen.
"I'm sure she'd agree with you." He tilts his head to the side and your noses bump, you blink and feel the heat from before returning to your cheeks as your face flushes bright red. You can see it on his skin too, and you swallow. His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes, then back down, and you find yourself leaning in a bit closer. You can feel his breath on your skin and you let a sly grin slip its way onto your face, watching his cheeks grow redder. You slide a hand up his arm to his shoulder, resting it there as his eyelids flutter at you and his teeth scrape his lip. There's some sort of unspoken conversation in your eyes, permission being asked, and you dip forward to connect. But it never happens.
"Y/n! Rob! Dinner!" Your mom calls from the window, and you both sharply pull apart. There's a beat where you maintain eye contact before he turns, and you stand to follow him out of the pool. Once you start to dry yourself off, you make your way over to the patio, where your mom has set up a nice spread of food to eat. When you look back at Bob, you see him wave as his Mom and Step-Dad walk over from where they'd parked their car, and you sigh, turning back towards your mother as she gives you an all-knowing smile. You pout at her and take your place on the couch, ready to stuff your face full.
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You don't see Bob the next morning, considering Molly forced him to have a 'tea party sleepover' or something with her. After dinner. It's fine with you because you desperately need sleep and you know if you spend any more time around Bob without a chance to clear your mind you'll be doing other things than sleeping.
You end up spending less time teaching on Thursday than you mean to and when you get home, no one is around, so you take the free time you have before dinner to practice. Fuego is practically bursting out of her pen by the time you get there to let her out and bring her into the small section where you usually bathe and tack her. Immediately, find it hard to tack her up without her getting impatient or trying to run off to go run somewhere on her own, and even if you do find it funny, it's also super fricken annoying. You lead her to the section you'd made for practicing and mount. The second you get on her saddle, one you'd customized after realizing you wanted to barrel race for real, she's bucking around and flinging her head. It takes a bit of fighting to get her to relax, but if Fuego is anything, she's loyal.
"Alright, girl." You say to her, "You ready to run?"
She starts thrashing out of excitement, but she holds back, waiting for the crack of your reins and the whistle you'll let out. You go to start but hesitate when you hear random voices approaching, but it's not enough to make you stop.
"Fuego!" You shout and then whistle, and she takes off. You round the first barrel with ease, and she runs a little slow to the second, her turn around the third knocks the barrel but doesn't make it fall, and her straightaway run is as perfect as it usually is. Once you get her to calm, knowing her first run is always a bit messy, you bring her through again, this time making sure to feel the path as she runs it. You feel better about the run, and fish a treat out of your pocket as a reward for doing well, when you hear someone wolf whistle. Fuego snorts.
"Bob wasn't lying when he said you were a glass of water." The voice says and you turn your head, hand coming to the brim of your cowboy hat as you adjust it so it actually blocks all the sun from your eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" You ask, looking at the man who leans on the fence, he laughs waving a hand.
"No real flirts here, don't worry." He grins up at you, aviators reflecting the sun a bit as he tilts his head up, "Bradley. Rooster, he's probably called me."
"He has." You say, "You wanna keep bothering my practice, or will you shut up and watch quietly?"
"I'll shut up, Ma'am." He salutes you and you roll your eyes, bringing Fuego back around to where you start Fuego for her runs. You huff, bringing your head down to brush her mane as you take a breath and think of how to adjust your grips or calls for the next run. Fuego stomps and paces a bit, making you grin as you sit back up, pulling her reins to get her to walk to the side so you can restart.
"Fuck it up, Y/n!" You hear Jake call and you shake your head.
"Fuck off, Seresin." You say, but nevertheless, now with an audience, you start the path. And, to be fair, it's probably the best you've run it in a while. It's not perfect by a long shot, but you do pretty well. The team cheers you on, and you bow with extra drama, quickly dismounting from Fuego and bringing her back into the barn. You'll practice more later, but for now, you have quite a few pilots to meet after you untack her.
You don't know if you're nervous, or really weirdly excited to finally meet them all.
#robert bob floyd x y/n#robert bob floyd x you#robert bob floyd x reader#robert floyd#robert bob floyd#top gun#top gun fanfiction#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick#all grown up twosroos
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For the Fic Facts: you know I gotta ask about Home Court Advantage.
Also! I would love to know more about how you imagine Daniel's driving skills.
Fic Ask Game :)
LMAO okay well one fun fact about Home Court Advantage is that it really did take up the majority of my sports knowledge, but ALSO I was so indecisive about the ending!! Since I was writing a fic about a real life game that hadn't actually taken place yet, I got to decide the outcome of the basketball game in the fic (in real life the Warriors surprisingly pulled it out of the bag and won by a landslide lmao)
ANYWAY long story short, I actually wrote an ending where the Warriors lost. And it was ultimately the better ending that I would've liked to have fleshed out and finished if I had time, because I of course had Louis get incredibly upset, and then to cheer him up, I had wanted Daniel to take him to an actual basketball court and force him to shoot a basket to show him how hard it was. I loved the idea but ultimately by the time we got to the part where Daniel was gonna whisk them off to play ball, the story was already like 6k long and I KNEW writing those additional scenes was going to make it much longer and just turn it into a whole other thing, so sadly I chopped it.
BUT!! this just means that I have some delicious louis/daniel basketball bonding time scenes collecting dust in my google doc, and I do plan to expand on them and give them their own proper separate fic one day. It's on the list!!!
ALSO OKAY TO ANSWER YOUR OTHER QUESTION I think Daniel's skills are...passable in most parts of the country, but by New York City standards they are horrendous lmfao. He doesn't like maneuvering all the cramped spaces— he's used to driving long stretches of road, either out here in California where everything is 100's of miles away down the most insane highway you've seen in your life, or during the chase years when Armand was still tracking him and he was just kinda road-tripping around the world on planes, trains, and automobiles. Also idk, I think especially knowing that Daniel grew up in the 60s and when the American Car was this absolute symbol of Freedom and Success, he has more sentimentality over his cars than the other vampires do (even if he won't admit it). I could definitely see him as the type of person who would want to continually fix their old garbage cars instead of getting a new one lmao!
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woke full of anxy. Realized from reading that once it’s already in my body I can’t rationalize the tension away so went on walk with dog. No phone, no jams, great decision. Gave me some energy to clean up & prep my desk for work. Also met some real sweet dogs while I was out
Still think I need a working model of what anxiety is
Was thinking maybe a compass. Knowing I’m either reinforcing moving towards or away certain body feelings. I kinda like that bc there’s no implication of ‘the right place to be’ or an end state. Also a lot of the stuff that stresses me is outside my control so like, why have a fixed progress model that’s just gonna make u feel like progress is getting stolen or destroyed by others. This matches some of the threshold comfort training stuff . But it does create a binary of calm and anxiety and I don’t know that those two are relational like that
Other thought was just going with the idea that anxiety is a suppressed emotion, which makes it sound like it’s a mini ptsd almost. Unsure of the connection but it’s got me thinking about how dogs do not generalize - they remember context. Gotta teach em to sit in the house in the car outside in the park. I remember hearing a story that a friends German Shepard wasn’t socialized with people in hats properly. So then if that’s the case maybe it’s not that dogs are different it’s that ppl don’t give enough weight to the context they’re in. I had a little anxy on the walk looking at some weeds in the neighbors yard. Reminded me of how I gotta mow mine again. But if the anx is a repression I must be squashing some feeling about what it means that I Have To Mow. I have some inklings. Is anxiety a feelings zit u have to pop? Gross
A few years ago I was lazing around high and realized dogs smell time. The way the sun warms different parts of the room as it rises and sets. Google confirmed. But a dog experiences the world thru smell and I’ve been told humans experience it mostly thru sight… I wonder then if I could use visuals somehow
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Sleepover
Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 890
Summary: You get ‘locked’ out of your house, so you spend the night at your crush, Liv's place which leads to confessions.
You exited out of your friend’s car and grabbed your bag. “Thanks Becks, I owe you big time.” Becky got out of the car and waved you off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Anytime you need me, just give me a call.” She engulfed you in a hug.
“I’ll see you next week.” She waved a final goodbye before getting in her car and driving off. You searched in your pockets for your keys, but they weren’t there. You checked your jacket pockets, sweatpants pockets, and even your purse, but they were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, no, no, no!” You mumbled quickly searching your purse like it had a special million dollar coin in it. It was dark outside, cold, and starting to drizzle and you don’t have the keys to your house. You don’t even remember dropping them anywhere.
You began getting your phone, remembering what Becky said, but guilt came to you, knowing she was going home to see her husband and baby after 3 weeks. You didn’t want to take that happiness away.
You looked around your neighborhood, trying to see if anyone was out until your eyes landed on one house. It was no other than Liv’s house, aka your crush. Every time you get around her, you get nervous, you don’t know what it is about that woman, but she’s got you whipped.
‘Fuck it.’ You thought, grabbing your bags and carrying it to Liv’s porch. You took a deep breath, fixing your hair before knocking on the door. You heard a faint, ‘Coming!’ from her beautiful voice. The door opened revealing her.
“Y/n? What are you doing out here? It’s cold and raining!” She said, dragging you inside. The warm air hits you as soon as the smell of food hits your nose. “Hey, sorry Liv, but I kind of lost my keys, so I can’t get in my house and I-” You stopped talking when Liv let out a squeal.
“Sleepover!” She clapped her hands smiling, but then frowned when seeing you. You were shaking and wet. “First, you gotta go get washed up!” She gently took your bags out of your hands and guided you upstairs to her room.
“You can go in my closet and borrow pajamas also, towels and washcloths are under the sink.” She said, closing the door and going downstairs to finish cooking. You let out a sigh, already feeling a blush come to your cheeks.
You were in your crush’s bathroom, about to use her towels, and washcloths. It might sound crazy and creepy, but you truly love this girl. You shook those thoughts out your head before, getting in the shower and washing off.
You shortly came downstairs, in your pajamas, seeing two plates at the table. “Come eat, while it’s still hot!” Liv said, motioning you to come here. You smiled at her. “Oh, you didn’t have too, Liv!” You sat down and began eating. “What kind of host would I be to not feed my guest?”
She playfully said, digging into the food. You two enjoyed the meal, and talked about dream matches and gossiped about co-workers.
You soon found yourself, sitting on the couch next far from her. “You wanna watch a movie?” She suggested making you nod.
You looked through a few movies out of her collection before choosing. You watched the move, not even noticing that Liv was staring at you. “I love this part, watch.” You looked at Liv and saw her staring at you, like you were a diamond. “What?” You asked, avoiding eye contact.
“Why are you so far away?” Liv said, pulling you to her side, so that you were pushed into her body. Your flustered face could be seen by Liv as she cooed at how embarrassed you were. “You’re so cute!” She praised, pinching your cheek slightly.
You backed away, trying to get away before you say something you’ll regret. “Why are you running away from me? Do you not like me?” You could hear the sadness in her voice as she asked you. “No, no, I love you!” Your eyes widened as you realized what you just said.
Liv’s smile came back to her face. “Aw, I love you too, Y/n.” Next thing you knew, she leaned forward and kissed you. Her lips were soft and plump as she slipped her tongue in your mouth. You two eventually pulled back, catching your breath with your forehead against each other. “Be my girlfriend, Y/n. Please.”
She begged, looking in your eyes. “Of course, I will!”You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her once more. Liv didn’t even wait to post it on her story that you were her’s.
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Next week when you went to the arena, you met up with Becky. “Hey, have you seen my keys in your car, anywhere?” You asked confusingly. “You promise not to be mad at me?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “What did you do, Lynch?” She smiled and reached in her pocket.
“I took them so you could hang out with Liv.” You tilted your head to the side before smiling. “Thank you.” You hugged her, making her confused. “For?” She continued.“You're the reason why we’re together.” Becky smiled, seeing how happy you were.
It all started with a sleepover.
#liv morgan#liv morgan fluff#liv morgan imagine#liv morgan x reader#liv morgan smut#liv morgan wwe#becky lynch#wwe fluff#wwe imagine
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i know your amnesia fic is supposed to be serious but jou would be a little delighted at how he doesn’t have to wait for a bunch of movies, games, and albums to release because they’re already out and he owns them. “kaiba don’t fix me yet. i’m going to enjoy what is surely the future cinematic classic ‘sharks driving cars into the sun while also surfing on rainbows part 3’ for the first time AGAIN”
Omg, anon, I cannot tell you how much joy I felt logging off slack for the NEXT FIVE DAYS and finding this delightful message in my inbox.
Honestly, I think that tone matches the fic because yeah, it's kinda serious and really sucks for Kaiba, but also it's absurd? Like Jounouchi wasn't caught in a terrible accident, he accidentally slipped on his feet and conked his head in just the right way to get amnesia. I made the cause innocuous on purpose, hoping it made things simultaneously funny yet devastating.
Yes, Jounouchi should absolutely get some of that joy you're talking about. He was waiting for it but it's already out! Surprise! Instant gratification!
Additionally, there will be hints of this in chapter 3, but he will also start to have the delights of more consciously falling for Kaiba a second first time.
I dunno if it's possible but I wanted this one to have a bit of a "slice of life" feel but with amnesia. Because you still gotta keep living your life as best as you can. Overall, this one has relatively low stakes compared to instances where they might have been married or together longer. Don't get me wrong! I love those! I love those to bits! But wanted to see if it was possible to play with the absurdity of the scenario a little. May not work out but I'm gonna try!
#replies#anonymous#sorry if I'm just rambling!!!#thank you!!!#it's amazing what some sugar and the pure euphoria of shutting down your work laptop can do for your brain
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Speaking of Looking to the Past to Preserve the Future...
This is gonna be a looonnngggg hot take, I'm sick/not feeling well so Niquil induced deep thought is your curse as much as it is mine.
Most industry is unnecessary.
Lemme explain:
Food industry for example. Everyone needs to eat, this is a fact. How do governments and powers that be start keeping the impoverished masses in line? Control the food. When you think about it, m o s t plants labled weeds or unappealing/ugly or even nuisances are not only edible and nutritious but a good number are medicinal (I'll touch on this next). There isplebes.ely no reason why cities, towns etc can not replace ornamental vegetation with fruit trees, berry bushes, vegetable plants like peppers, tomatoes and the like. They don't because it doesn't perpetuate hunger as a motivator to work for them.
Medicine - While I can concede that some artificial medicines can be useful and can help some situations but, again, disconnecting people from the past: foraging, herbalism etc you connect them to the modern 'machine'. Healthcare is the states is an absolute joke. I've mentioned before I have a broken bone in my foot and a cracked knee cap - to 'fix' both with modern medicine would require me to not only be out of work for an insane amount of time but pay half the costs upfront and continue to pay for the foreseeable future. I have neighbors who regularly come to my apartment every week to share meals because they can not afford their medicines to keep them alive, bills, rent, and necessitys ontop of regular grocery shopping. We pool resources, buy in bulk and split it equally.
Continuing with medical - Doctors in the US (not sure about other places) notoriously gaslight paitents and ignore them until it's to late or erroneously expensive to afford treatments and will require treatments or medications for the rest of their lives. I don't believe all medical staff is inherently 'evil' but I do believe they are taught in such a way to run paitents in circles to force them to keep paying for life saving meds/treatments. Insulin, Cancer treatments, Hormones and other life saving/gender affirmative/mental health care should not be putting people deep into financial crisis - it makes it worse and keeps them in the system.
Also - Abortion should be 100% legal.
Gender Affirmation Care For Trans Youth And Trans In General Should Be 100% Legal.
Sex Workers Should Not Be Demonized.
Automotive Industries should be abolished. Cars, roadways etc are another means to keep people paying into the money pit of government and society. Gotta pay 100+ to register your vehicle every year, gas prices fluctuate like my paitents with stupid people, people who have no business being on the road (looking at you 90 year old with Sundowner Dementia...) posing a threat, cars in general posing a threat not only to other motorists but pedestrians, wildlife, non motor vehicles and the planet.
Companies Green Wash products - Vegan leather is plastic...plastic is ass for the environment while real leather biodegrades and has been a part of the himan experience for centuries.
VEGAN LIFESTYLES ARE UNSUSTAINABLE, PROMOTE DEFORESTATION, DESTRUCTION OF HABITATS, EXTERMINATION OF SPECIES AND PROMOTE SLAVERY. While i fully understand people who HAVE legitimate medical reasons and even true moral reasons for being vegan I do NOT condone industrial veganisam - your destroying the planet JUST as much as industrial agriculture.
Pro-Lifers are a fucking joke and we all need to laugh at them. Ya'll only care about a clump of cells till it's birthed.... Why don't you put that money and effort into HELPING children already existing in the hell that is the foster system rather than force people to keep making people they can't have or don't wanna keep for whatever reasons they have???
Society has become a sham - there is no protection living in mass cities. Cops kill people for no reason, becuase they can. Doctors and other medical professionals can decline to treat you based on their religious beliefs, personal ideas, sexual status/orientation, financial situation etc. If you don't fit the mold, you're a threat. Everything is engineered to cost JUST ENOUGH to keep the poor poor, you can not be self sufficient without consequences and limitations.
We need to go back to small, self sufficient communities, embrace birth control for males and females to get the human population under control, reduce the human foot print, reduce conventional vehicle travel (long distance public travel and goods transport/emergency services being the general exception with limitations), get the ecosystems back in balance....
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dave england ★ lonely girl part two
authors note : this one might get a part three, also I’m sorry for the very long wait for this. shits bonkers in life rn.
warning : this story will contain sexual subjects, drug use, drinking and topics of severe stress and anxiety. the character is written as female, although she / they pronouns are used. if you are sensitive to any of those please refrain from reading this. also lowercase is intended, requests are open for one shots and headcannons.
“bro, your shitting me. you really fucked dave! and in your car?” stephen took a hit of the joint before passing it over to you. it had already been a week since your hook-up with dave, although it felt like a eternity.
“we didn’t actually have sex, we almost did.” you exhaled a cloud of oderfull smoke, setting the rest of the blunt in a ashtray.
“so you admit you wanted to fuck him.”
“stephen i never even said that. things happen and in the moment it just spiraled.” he hated when you called him stephen, yet you refused to call him steve-o. no one can keep a straight face while seriously referring to a grown man as steve-o.
“there’s nothing to be ashamed of y/n. ive had sex with plenty of people and regretted it.” you sighed, frustrated with stephens attitude towards the situation. you came here to get high with him and hopefully have a good time. but now all your experiencing is a headache from stress and his shitty weed.
“I gotta piss.” letting out a heavy sigh, you stormed off to the bathroom, weaving through mounds of clothes and a few beer cans here and there. you could hear stephen muttering something as you walked away, yet you were too frustrated to even know what he said.
ever since almost having sex with dave it feels like your whole life began to become one giant catastrophe. it made work a lot harder, since he had been writing all the scripts for you, you had nothing to turn into jeff. you could say two drifted apart after it, the awkwardness was too much to bear and you would rather have jeff a little mad at you, then dave reject you.
you had to look at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t feel real. nothing felt real. there is no way your stuck in this situation and in a pit this low. no matter how much pain you feel here, it will never be real. taking a shaky breath composing yourself, you dig in the portion of your sock covering your ankle, pulling out a small baggie with two bars of xanax in it. you took out one bar, yet only wanted to take half.
you took a beer bottle that was laying in the bath tub to crush the bar. doing your best to evenly distribute the powder into two separate lines, you snorted one, sliding the other line into the baggie. As if stephen cared, you wiped the small amount of dust from under your nose and licked it off your finger before exiting the bathroom.
“what were you doing in there, taking the worlds longest shit?” As contagious as stephens laugh was, you still were in a bad mood. You couldn’t help but feel for some reason everyone knew, once chris found out, and now stephen, it felt like the entire world knew to you.
“shut up, i was fixing my bra. anyways im gonna have to head out stephen. i have work to catch up with.” You sighed, using the same lame excuse. “what, were you too busy fucking Dave on set to work?” obviously it was just an innocent joke, but at the moment the world was a little too loud.
tipping you over the edge, you walked out of the apartment, slamming the door before screaming, “fuck you stephen!” loud enough for the neighbors three doors down to hear. feeling no shame, you walked down the hall out of the building receiving odd looks from a few people that were on there way to apartments.
he’s so pretty to you, handsome isn’t even the right word. handsome is used to describe young men who are out on there first date. if Dave was handsome, he was a special kind of handsome. for now though the best way for you to describe him was pretty.
he was absolutely horrible for you, and he had no idea. all you can think about is that day in the car, that fifteen minute exchange at the bar and the short phone calls of him giving you ideas for stunts. obviously your mind had no room for creativity if it was too busy falling for a man you barley knew.
you left stephen a couple of voicemails apologizing for your outburst at his apartment, although you weren’t that sorry. that whole day was so cloudy, maybe it was your xanax fuled mood that caused it or solely stress. whatever it was it drove you to dial Dave’s number, you didn’t want another hookup- and you were terrified that was exactly what he wanted. you both barley knew eachother but you craved a relationship so raw and emotional already. you felt insane, and this time it wasn’t because of pills.
after the line rang a few times, it went to voicemail. it felt as if the automated message wasn’t enough time for you to conjure up a excuse for calling him, so you just left whatever words you had left in your mind spill out, “hey dave, sorry for calling so late. just wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks tommorow with a few of the guys.” end the call, a weight lifted off you chest. all though it wasn’t much, it still was something.
your not sure why you said some of the other guys would be there, know for sure you weren’t planning on inviting any of them. as much as you would hate to be alone with him for a fraction of a second after your close-to hookup, it’s probably going to be the time you’ll get to know him a little better.
you called in to use another vacation day yet again. if you were going to go out with Dave tonight, you were gonna need time to mentally prepare. you weren’t sure what you were preparing for, but whatever it was you were gonna be ready for it.
just as you though you were free from stress once again, your phone rang. you were gonna let it ring, you were so comfortable on your bed all curled up in a bundle of blankets and pillows, but you gave a sliver of energy just to answer. “hello?” your voice was groggy, even though you had been awake for awhile you weren’t planning on getting out of bed until needed.
“hey y/n, its dave. steve-o wanted me to call to make sure you were ok, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve shown up on set.” as panicked as you thought you would be, you were oddly confident and comfortable in the moment. “Steve-o was worried? good joke, are you sure it’s not you that wanted to know.” you giggled to yourself, with the thought of him actually being concerned with your well-being. you were like a giddy teenage girl.
“fuck off, i can be worried about you if i want to. anyways I got your message and im up for drinks tonight if you are.” confidence left his tone, and right now as long as you could be with him, like face to face conversation you would do anything for it. “sounds good, see you at eight then.” you hung up before you could say anything else. not that you were regretting anything you said, you just felt like you were getting a little too excited already.
now that the exchange was over, it just reminded yourself of how worried you got over absolutely nothing. all of that shit earlier just for you to feel better by a two minute long phone conversation. it really didn’t feel real.
he said he would be here by eight, well you said to be here by eight but it doesn’t really matter. It was 8:45 and you still hadn’t heard your doorbell yet. you sighed, getting up from your couch where you had been waiting for the past hour, twenty minutes ago you discarded your heels and you were now just about to go remove your makeup. then you heard the knock, the one you had been waiting for, for what felt like an eternity.
you ran over to the door as best as you could, flinging it open to be brought with the sight of Dave out of breath. you furrowed you eyebrows, confused with why he looked so disheveled.
“I forgot to set my alarm to wake up at seven to go pick you up. i was taking a nap…” you laughed at the state he was in. although it was quite funny, you also found it strangely attractive. “well it’s too late for a bar so why don’t you just have a drink here.” you help open the door for him while laughing, your pretty sure you heard him mutter a small thanks before sliding his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your sofa. yet you didn’t mind, you liked that he felt comfortable in your house.
“usually i don’t take that long of naps but i got my ass kicked on set today.” you tossed him a beer before making yourself comfortable on the seat right next to his, the only other option you had to sit was on the floor, and your sure Dave wasn’t ready to see you manspread while wearing a dress quite yet.
“hm, it’s no problem. i think i actually prefer hanging out here over a gross dive bar.” you popped the cap of your own beer, taking a sip. the conversation led on for a while, catching up with eachother wasn’t as awkward as you anticipated it to be. you actually quite enjoyed it. you were both a few beers in, and had started making jokes about your almost-hook-up. sober you would have absolutely hated this.
“I mean what the fuck were we even doing of course we were gonna get caught!” You said fighting back fits of laughter. “Ok yea I’ll admit it wasn’t the smartest but what I’m saying is I would do it again.” Dave obviously didn’t wholeheartedly mean this but you took it that way, and it caught you extremely off guard.
“really?” your voice came out as almost a whisper, you hated the way you just changed the tone in the room with once word. dave really didn’t do anything he just nodded his head and mumbled a few things, but they just went in one ear and out the other.
the alcohol was really getting to you now, there was no time to count the bottles because you knew what was about to happen was bound to happen. you didn’t want this, but at the same time you felt like you needed it.
just like that day in the car, your lips melted together messily. teeth clashing and all, everything feeling like an hazy lucid dream. you loved it, the aura in the room was completely changed and you felt as if you were in a movie. the sounds you were making and the dramatic way you threw your head back as he left trails of hickeys from your neck to your cleavage was straight out of a romance movie.
in the process your dress was hiked up your thighs past your hips into a bunch of fabric, and your body felt like it was ready for anything. your house could be on fire now and you would have absolutely no idea, you were to busy fumbling with the zipper on Dave’s pants desperately trying to get it undone.
your dress straps were down your shoulders but it wasn’t quite off yet, adding to the messy-late-night hookup aspect of this. hips clashing and mouths moving, it was a pattern of movements you could never get over. it was addictive, no amount of xanax or weed could ever make anyone feel quite like this did.
of course this isn’t what you wanted, but right now it felt like everything you needed. hot messy passonite sex. it was only temporary, but for now it fixated all your needs.
#jackass#dave england#johnny knoxville#chris pontius#bam margera#ryan dunn#ehren mcghehey#danger ehren#steve o#jackass forever#cky
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i’ll stop being a depressing text post andy soon but
just long, long dramatic introspective stuff i need to get off my chest re: this past week/moving forward
it’s been officially over a week now already
and i’m very much.... starting to feel the guilt
not the ‘i should have done more!’ guilt, though i am cringing every time someone tells me i ‘gave him a great life’ or anything of the sort, because it will never feel that way to me. even if KNOW how much i tried to do, it won’t ever feel like it was enough or even good.
the guilt of ‘as much as this hurts, a weight has also been lifted’
the fact that i had been watching his chest when he was asleep to see if he was still breathing since i was 16, convinced he wouldn’t last long. the fact that i have given up so much of my own life to be here for so many years. the forced interactions with people i hate. the remarks he’d make about how it ‘should have been him’ (and.... to sound awful... it should have) and how he wished he was dead already. the drinking.
i don’t like the word burden, because it wasn’t a burden. for all his shit, and as south as things went, he was my dad and i have great memories and i love him. i chose to do what i did and keep doing it. but i would be lying if i said i hadn’t considered from time to time what things would change *after*. and i would be lying if i said i didn’t think those changes, would for the most part, be positive.
i’m going to be very lost for awhile, and weirdly lonely. i know that. it will get dark. i’ve been doing this for so long i don’t know what to do now. i hate looking at the room he used to confine himself to because it’s empty. i walk in the door expecting him to be there, always there, like a piece of the furniture, and he’s not. the only purpose i had for a long time is gone. the constant.
so i’m just doing... whatever i’d normally be doing when i’m not dealing with the papers, and the phone calls, and the awkward social stuff. sitting on the computer, watching tv, laughing about bullshit.
but aside from a few slight teary moments, i haven’t cried since i got home that night. and i know part of that is because physically, i just couldn’t anymore. i can’t now. and i know that, once the initial couple weeks pass, and everything quiets down, and it becomes all the more obvious that he’s never going to be here again settles back in, that things will probably be emotional again.
i keep having a moment of ‘this feels bad, but this should feel *worse*.’
it shouldn’t be so easy to be doing normal shit.
but it’s not.... i don’t know.... unfamiliar? i’m still doing things mostly independently. the way i work around them is just different now. and i knew it was coming for so, so long. even the past couple weeks i knew i needed to start mentally preparing for shit to change.
and i know despite the guilt, and the hurt, that things *will* be better in some way for this. because i can have my life now. and for better or worse it will be, for the first time, *my* life.
and i also know.... he went to the hospital for a reason, despite his stubbornness. he knew it was too much. and i think he knew i couldn’t deal with the extent of what was going to happen if it continued. and i don’t think he wanted me to have to.
i think he kept telling people not to hang out in the hospital at his expense for a reason.
there’s always gonna be the voice in the back of my head reminding me of him being drunk after my mom passed, saying i didn’t seem like i cared because i didn’t seem upset. wondering if he would think that now. (of course NOW i’m crying, stupid waxing poetically on this garbage site nonsense.)
but i do think he knew at the end and didn’t want that for me.
of course there’s a bunch of... other stress now. i’m going to need some income, which i haven’t had since The Before Times. with a still not great knee. gotta pay the bills, and fix the car more, and keep this house liveable (for now. i’m not making any rash decisions. i know just packing up my sad excuse for a life and trying to take off immediately is a horrible, braindead idea.) i know the world/my trash immune system is still a concern as well. and i can’t just go back to what i was doing immediately, at the same capacity, because of bs business politics.
i’m still going to give myself a few weeks. i can afford that. and i’ve done the math on what i absolutely *need* for the time being.
and my aunt bought me a washer, my brother bought me some groceries, claims have been made about fixing more shit in the house. fuck, an internet friend i barely exchange two words with every few months anymore fucking *called* me last night to ask if i was doing okay. i’m not saying this to brag, i’m saying i’m lucky to have support that i honestly so often doubt exists and i want to remember it when shit gets tough.
but i also need time to grieve in whatever form that takes after the initial bullshit is done so i don’t rush into things and then completely fall apart out of the blue. i’m lucky enough to feel i have that time, and force myself to try not to worry too much too soon, even if it is constantly there in my mind.
i think it’s going to be the weird stuff for a bit. stuff like going to the dentist the other day because i couldn’t reschedule again and being asked what i do for work and saying ‘oh, i don’t right now. i was a caretaker until saturday.’
going grocery shopping and not instinctively grabbing the same five things that were always on the list every single week and therefor not having a fucking clue what to get.
just trying to remember it’s okay for that shit to be weird. it’s okay to not be a trainwreck 24/7, but to sometimes be one over the smallest things.
the thing he told me once that has always stuck with me, back when he knew me better than anyone somehow before that all changed, was ‘you know, you don’t have to be brave all the time.’
i’ve been trying to be brave for so goddamn long. through so much fucking loss.
i just need to remind myself that it’s okay to be a fucking mess for a bit, in whatever form that takes. do what needs to be done, but be okay with whatever comes. accept fucking help and not be afraid to ask for it. sleep all goddamn day if i have to. and learn to fucking take a moment to breathe without worrying how it will come off to people who don’t know what i was always coming home to. i’m not fucking perfect. i never was, i never tried to be, and i certainly won’t be now. but i don’t have to be.
i just gotta forgive myself for it.
for a lot of things, really.
#long post with apologies#none of this makes sense or reads coherently and im not sure i even had a point#other than everyone deals with this shit differently and sometimes the pressure to act a certain way makes you doubt your own feelings#and that situations like this are complex in a lot of ways.#and that i need to learn to be a person.#as dumb as that sounds.
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